First Drafts
- Mad -
Each day,
all I see are faces staring back at me
with dead eyes.
Each day,
I watch them fill their cups with their tears
and then gulping it down
into their rotting bodies.
Each day,
I wish to drown all these pain,
and wake up to eternal darkness.
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PoetryFeatured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringi...
